A/N: Oh my gosh guys I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been so busy with other stories and school that I just completely threw this story out the window (not really, though I'd like to throw Nikole Salvatore out the window for annoying me about this story). Anyway, here's chapter six, I'm gonna try to finish this story this weekend, I have to get on with my life.

Nicole felt Damon bite into her neck, and immediately began to wait for the pain, the fire, the sort of intense heat she had only felt once before, and Carlisle had made sure that didn't last. But no pain came. Still, she pulled back before he could kill her from too much blood loss. He let go at once.

"Believe me, I want to be a vampire, but—" she began.

"That won't turn you into a vampire," Damon said. "You have to die with vampire blood in your system."

"That's all?"

He nodded, then frowned. "I'm not turning you."

"Please?" she begged. "You don't know what it's like! I'm the weakling in a houseful of vampires!"

"Just earlier you said you didn't know if you wanted to be a vampire, and now you're begging me to turn you?"

"Do it now, before I change my mind again," she said calmly.

"Well...I won't feed you vampire blood. If you want it, take it," he said as he bit into his wrist and held it out for her. He noticed he had seen this all before, with Katherine. He couldn't help feeling as if he was betraying both his doppelgängers.

When Nicole had enought blood, he took his arm back, and snapped her neck, waiting for her to reawaken.

O-o-O

The year 1000 was a slow year for the Volturi. They had nothing to do, and thus decided to make more members of their guard. Or at least, that was their original intention.

They came across a family wreaking havok on a nearby town. They thought of vampires, but their skin wasn't pale in the least, and the size was abnormal for a coven of vampires; there were nine of them!

Curiosity struck Aro, and he introduced himself. Two of the men introduced themselves as Elijah and Niklaus, but the others were scattered, scaring people, looting, and stealing. With the idea of vampires out of the way, Caius suggested Satanism.

Elijah laughed, a cold, dark sound. "In a way, I suppose you could say that. My brother Niklaus has led our family down a path of destruction worthy of Satan, and thus, I believe you would call us demons."

"A demon as a vampire?" Marcus speculated. "I think we might have the most powerful guard in the world, forever, if we turn them."

"But demons! Surely they'll try to overthrow us," Caius argued, watchig a blond girl shamelessly pretend to take interest in a man, then take his treasure and slit his throat. "Aro, what do you think?"

Aro considered for a moment. "I think," he said, watching Elijah and especially Niklaus with much interest, "that we should turn them. If they become liabilities, we kill them. However, if they want to go their own way, they can." Klaus was the first to be taken and bitten. Being a demon had increased his pain tolerance, andhe barely felt a thing. Then came Elijah, the blond, and the rest.

Klaus and their mother woke first three days later, and the rest of the guard had assembled. One caught their mother's eye.

"Nicholas?"

"Who?" Klaus asked, noting the man in question looked shocked to see her as well.

"Your father," their mother said.

"And so we were one guard member short, thanks to Mikael," Aro said, remembering the memory of the first and last time the Originals and Volturi met.

"Well, thanks to my brother, now we are a family short," Elijah replied, "and Klaus is obsessed with becoming that hybrid he couldn't be for 1000 years."

"And I can't do that without my vampire," Klaus said, annoyed, as he entered the room. "Where is she?"

O-o-O

Caroline ran. She ran until she was sure she was back in Mystic Falls, when really she had run in a huge circle and found herself not far from where she was. She wasn't surprised when Tyler found her. She was however, mad.

"Care," he said.

"Go away!" she demanded. "You like Rosalie, great. She's great."

"You're just like her, you know that?" Tyler said, shocking her.

"How?"

"Bitchy, neurotic, queen-bee control freaks—"

"Shut up Tyler!"

"But underneath, you're better than her. You're a great friend, and from what I've heard from that Bella girl, Rose isn't. Plus, she's not my type."

"Oh?" Caroline said, calming down some. "How so?"

"Well, for one, she's been in love with another man since 1935," Tyler said, and Caroline had to laugh at her own stupidity. "And I'll bet," Tyler continued, "that she only acted like there was more going on between us because it's kind of fun messing with you."

"Tyler!" Caroline said.

"There's more, too. Ways she's not my type, that is. She hates werewolves, she's bitter with her whole life, she plays mean tricks on the girl I like—" Caroline smiled. "And...she's blonde."

"You don't like blondes?" Caroline asked.

"No," Tyler replied simply.

"But...I'm blonde."

Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes, then smiled. "Care-bear," he said putting his arm around her, "You are the exeption." Then he tilted her chin and kissed her.

"Well well, wolf boy can be sweet," a voice said behind them. Caroline turned around and saw Klaus once before she felt vervain burning through her and she collapsed.